Lucifer, light-bearer of Venus morn
From fire and flame and wisdom, born
To protect our hearts and souls from loss
And encourage our minds to develop the most
Regardless of belief, with intentions true
I'm happy to share this world with you
In the hopes that one day, we'll all be free
To express our love for Him, joyously
You thought
you were choosing Saviours.
But you were choosing
Satanists in suits—
feeding on your suffering.
From the South
came Jacob—
a boy of the street,
unable to read,
unable to write,
yet crowned a statesman.
His ignorance
was his passport.
His silver tongue
was his offering.
They call it democracy.
But it is a theatre
of fools and liars.
A sanctuary
for criminals.
Across Europe.
Across Africa.
Across America and Asia.
Leaders rise—
empty of wisdom,
full of ambition.
They take no orders
from the people.
Their master
is the darkness
that feeds them.
They call each other
“Honourable.”
But what is honour
in a nest of thieves?
Politics today
is a cult.
A temple
of selfish men.
And the quickest path
to wealth without work
is simple—
become a politician.
For the devil
rewards
his most loyal servants.
Dark denizens of the night
gathering in ill-lit backrooms
haunts of the night
They tease each other with
rouged cheeks, their mascara
their pimply breasts, shaved legs
Some are known for tantalizing
tempting striptease, revealing
hairy chests and knobby knees
Their hardened faces greeting poor
unsuspecting 'straights,' who, horrified
run screaming off into the night
And now the Left has lumped these
misbegotten sickos of the night
in with today's 'civil rights movement'
of transgenders, kweers, and worse
too debauched to describe, to be
celebrated in 'Drag Queen Shows'
in our public libraries, where America introduces
her precious youngsters into the fraudulent
creepy cabals of Satanism, endorsed by 'leaders' gone mad
You must be alert putative
not to being killed first
survive in this "slum"
to survive the ****...
to live it takes courage
to withstand this jolt,
with so many armed gangs
even looks same as iraq
so mant weapons not a firecracker
to steal and kill, we poor people...!
Some are followers of Satanism,
others are fans of "puritanism"
I already told you, I'm pretty putative
to defend myself from these people
of this bunch of insane
I must be much pro active
among these inconsequential
who steal everything from us...
All that remains is to pray to the deity
to cure evil and cruelty... !
Though in motion
Just like them
I am just a potion
To be mixed with a stem
To be concocted into some lotion
To cure their poverty problem
I am an albino
A PERSON with albinism
I am not a stray rhino
I have a HUMAN mechanism
I am NOT evil
Neither a charm for Satanism
Now my soul is a refugee
In my own insecure body
My government is like a bribed referee
Who enjoys the parts of my body
Being chopped off like a worthless tree
For greedy reporters to have a story
God of resurrection,
How will I resurrect?
When my head is in Liwonde
My two eyes are in Chiponde
And my remains that were buried in Lilongwe
Are being wolfed down in Mitole?
Since my death is not a serious case
God, was my birth a curse?
Why didn't you let me die in the hands of the nurse?
Now that my world has completely turned worse,
When my innocent life gets snatched from me like a purse
Would you kindly open your heavens widely for my soul to rest?
!
I know you have ears,
Listen before you end up in tears,
Hatred is cancerous,
Segregation is dangerous.
No need to murder a brother,
Born by a mother,
We all belong to tribes,
We can live in unity and thrive.
Tribalism promotes nepotism,
It fosters Satanism,
Again, favoritism is evil,
A monster making us uncivil.
Our skin is black,
Africans don’t move back,
Let love lead,
This I plead.
Looking down on the valley
The old stone house stood
Built by the old man years before
And it was said that he practiced satanism
At the witching hour of the night
He lived a long life and could be seen
Looking down on the valley
As the sun went down every night
Until one day he wasn't seen
And the days went on without him
Until the town decided they had to know
And sent the brave young men of the village up
In the early morning light they trekked off
Nothing was heard until sundown
When screams rose from the old stone house
The village was scared and no one else dared
To find out what had happen to the young men
And they were not ever seen again
Except a week later when the moon was full
The figure appeared looking down on the valley
And if you go there today at sundown
The figure appears again looking down.
© Paul Warren Poetry
They have been struggling for years
with the tag of:
racism,prostitution,gayism,witchcraft,womanizing,
beastiality,canibalism and satanism.
Truthful men won't be shaken by mistaken identity.
Fear One Texas Dusk
Prancing in the desert sand,
Figures circled hand in hand.
Fire flames danced in the night.
Horrified us to see the sight.
Distantly dark figures displayed.
We flipped a U to speed away.
Desert sacrifice we heard.
Satanism? Na! Absurd –
Anyway, we left that place.
Back to paved roads we did race.
Praying that they saw us not.
Long ago…almost forgot!
Weirdest sight I ever saw.
Fear ran rampant on that night!
Years later, a friend of mine
Told a story that made reason rhyme.
Satanic cults recruited in that town.
Back in the 80’s searches found.
Did we see them? Or did we not?
I used to wonder about that a lot!
© May 1, 2010
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